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Autumn Leaves


By chance, I found them there, …they were lost by time, just like the leaves
that fell away from autumn trees, and drifted past the window
Now, here today they've come to stay, as if to say that love can last

They were pressed between twin pages, waiting to be found
Tucked inside, with brittle veins,  in your tattered book of poems
The cover's worn, a broken spine, that had your names, an autumn date
I brushed the dust, and felt the rush that comes from winter's song

Caressed in yellowed tissue, frayed, three leaves from ancient trees
Had fallen down from russet crowns, one autumn long ago
Where leaves had twirled so bold and gay, discarded to the ground
You picked them up with gentle care, and pressed them, sonnet bound

A place you walked and held his hand, and knew how love could be
Perhaps beneath those golden trees you made your plans for me
When winter's chill and stolen years had not yet come to be 
Fresh fragrance of the fall was new,  when love was yours to find
From carpets, soft of red and brown, you chose three leaves, now mine
A legacy you've left for me, a treasure left behind

You chose three leaves from all the hordes that lie upon the ground
A tree had finished using them, in remembrance of you 
Yours for awhile, they made you smile, and now they've come to me

Here in my hands,  they've come to stay, to keep for all my days
And as days pass, until at last my autumn leaves must fall....
             
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5/11/16
Contest: Gren's Evergreen (Golden Oldies #2)
Inspired by the song: "Autumn Leaves"
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Makama Avatar
May 26, 2016 at 1:00 PM
A wonderful piece. I love this beautiful share
Kendrick Avatar
May 25, 2016 at 7:37 AM
Congrats on your Golden Oldies playing on the winners’ page..Way to go!!! Aren’t those oldies impressive..Sara
Mark Avatar
May 12, 2016 at 5:10 PM
Ok Carrie, this is a fine fast flowing well executed metered poem,...very vivid visuals, and beautiful wording,throughout ...one tiny bump n the carpet mind? ( Soupmail) ...X Ian
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